#and they want to have some privacy for themselfs AND THEIR GUESTS THANK YOU VERY MUCH
Damon's birthday!
a lil something something for our dear assassin/spy/bastard's birthday! (07/17)
TW: none ? I'm writing this on mobile so there will prob be some typos I'm sorry, it's easy and I'm lazy
DAMON
Damon certainly wasn't going to tell you about his birthday himself. It's nothing to do with embarrassment, if people want to celebrate him, be his guest! He just didn't see anything to celebrate about himself. So rather than make a big deal out of it, he'd mentally add another year to the tally and get on with his life.
So when you get a com message from an unknown number you're suspicious, but then relieved when the sender identifies themself as Alisa. You're not sure how she even got your com number, since you certainly didn't have time to give it to her on Cursa, but you decide not to dwell on it since her network of Intel was simply too big to wrap your head around.
"Hello little prince (ess), I'm assuming lover boy didn't give you much personal information about himself, right?"
You look past the most likely not well meaning nickname and take pause at the meat of her message. You didn't exactly want to learn something important about Damon without him telling you, but you also trusted that Alisa would never breach his privacy in a way that truly would hurt him. In reality, her first priority was to make sure you didn't hurt him.
"Hi, Alisa! :) You'd be right about that."
You respond, hoping that matching her formal-ish tone would be the right move.
"Then I find it important I let you know that his birthday is a week from today. The 17th."
You process the message for a moment. While on the surface this seemed like something trivial to message you about out of the blue, but upon deeper reflection you realized that her reaching out about it means that she thinks you're someone special to Damon, and that she trusts you enough to give you emotional power. Not to mention a new way to get in touch with her. You can't imagine many people have a direct com line to the leader of the Crimson Dusk.
"Oh! That's so soon! Thank you for telling me!"
When she simply responds with a 👍 you set your com down and get to work thinking on how you can make the day meaningful for Damon without overwhelming him, and how in the world you'll even get him to sit still long enough to appreciate it.
For the latter problem, you felt confident enough in Damon's growing soft spot for you to be able to at least convince him to cuddle in your room for a moment. With the former....you had to do more digging.
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The morning of Damon's birthday comes and goes and he thinks that he'll make it through another quiet birthday when you approach him in the hallway, your face lighting up upon seeing him.
"Damon! Do you have a moment?"
His lips curl in a devilish smirk, "Well, honey," the pet name being said with both enough playfulness and affection that you can't discern whether he's teasing you or not, "with me you might need more than a minute. I am known for my...stamina."
You give him an unimpressive look, despite the heating of your face, and attempt to move on.
"Very clever, but really, it would mean a lot to me if you'd give me some of your time today. I know you're busy on babysitting duty and sharpening your knives or what have you, but I've missed you lately."
While the last point was to get him to go to your room with minimal suspicion, it wasn't exactly a lie either. The distance between Chrono and Tilaarin wasn't too big but it was still long enough to have the crew on edge. Everyone was keeping themselves busy just to keep from speculation and anxiety. What you were grateful for, however, was that Alisa had gotten her message to you before your pit-stop on Chrono and thus you had time to scope out a small gift for Damon.
He huffs exaggeratedly, but there's a small smile on his face.
"I think I can spare some time. For you."
You smile so widely at him your eyes crinkle to small slits, and you gently take his hand and lead him to your room. Upon entry nothing looks particularly off, and Damon thinks to himself that maybe this wasn't a birthday thing and he really would have another unremarkable birthday. Well, not really unremarkable, because he had you and your presence now, which was a huge improvement to any birthday prior. But he also has it every other day too, which he feels grateful for every day.
Yet, his eyes follow your hands as they reach for a small box on your desk. It's not even wrapped, just a box to open up, but you hold it up to him with a shy smile and he stares at it like it's made of pure Kitalphanite.
"Happy birthday, Damon!" You say cheerfully, yet fully gauging his facial expressions for any signs of annoyance or discomfort.
"Why?" is the only thing that he can think to say. He doesn't mean to sound ungrateful, but he also genuinely doesn't understand how you know and why you'd get him anything at all. He still doesn't really understand why you're even pursuing a relationship with him, why you'd forgiven him in the first place.
"Um, it's a birthday present, silly!" You say, still taken slightly aback by being questioned on your intentions.
"I-[YN], I know that, just because I didn't go to school doesn't mean I'm dumb, but...how did you know? And....I guess I don't really understand why you would put the effort or creds into getting me anything."
Your heart breaks a little at his words but you understand where he's coming from. Being in a relationship built on only caring and affection is something new to him, and honestly new to you too, and so processing something given to him without an ulterior motive must seem suspicious. Unreal.
"I have my new bestie, Alisa, to thank for the Intel, and as for why....because I care about you, dumbass."
"Please never call Alisa your 'bestie' again."
"Is that what you really got out of that?"
He chuckles but pulls you into his arms, burying his head in your neck and hair. He stands there, breathing in your scent and soaking in your presence until you pipe up and ask,
"Now I love your hugs and feel glad that you're comfortable enough to do that, don't you want to see what I got you?"
He pulls back, still smiling, but you can see some tear streaks on his cheeks. You decide not to say anything.
"Now what junk did you get me, hm?" He's sarcastic in tone, but is having some difficulty keeping his voice from wobbling, "Do you even have any creds?"
"Um, yes! I got my first cut of the crews pay, which you literally already know, Mr. Second-in-Command."
You sound defensive, but humor him just the same. When he opens the box to see a music box, similar enough to the one you had received from Nerissa, though obviously of much cheaper materials, and there are some crackles and audio distortions in the tune that it plays, he looks at you with brows furrowed in confusion.
"Ok, I know what you're going to say!" You start before he can even open his mouth, 'it doesn't fit your tough guy vibe, 'when did I even give you the impression I like music boxes' blah blah blah, I get it. But I couldn't exactly get you knives or something, knowing me I'd get you something cheap and shitty and you wouldn't even be able to use it. But with this, it ties us together. I'm tied by music to the two most important people in my life, and if I'm ever gone and you've lost your memory," he chuckles at that, "you can use it to remember me. It even opens with the same mechanism as mine!"
You clasp your hand around the metal ball and squeeze and it pops open and starts playing a bittersweet tune, audio distorting just slightly.
Damon stays silent for longer than you're comfortable with and you shut the box again.
"I-Im sorry if I overstepped, I know we're just getting to know each other and figure out what we mean to each other but I felt like I should give you a symbol of my feelings and what you mean to me."
With that, you finally look into Damon's eyes and they're full of unshed tears. He takes the back of your head ever so gently and rests his forehead upon yours. You both close your eyes and breathe, before he whispers,
"I could never forget you."
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Crowley has another great plan
The students seemed rather lost on the schools info those days and He's getting really bored of the same gossips, the teachers too are in desperate need of some, not class related, shenanigans
So why not creat a Night Raven Radio Station? And who, might you ask, is our great radio host? YUU OF COURSE!
Every night, after classes, Yuu enters the improvised radio room They built on the dorm, picks the pages They scripted and start transmitting on magicam
On the beggining the headmaster was personaly there to read the script and give some of his others brilliant ideas no Sir we can't make an NRC commercial, first you aren't paying me, and second we ARE ALREADY AT NRC, Grim some times bursts in to cause havoc, this gains the program a bit of a higher audience
Very few students actually heard it, after all only some knew of this, Yuu started to tell some tips on Crewels tests, pass important info the teachers gave them, some music, They even started asking the birthday boy of the day if They can use the five questions for content, some short story telling that was so suspiciously similar to the gossip of the day, that was actually entertaining, and of course, trying to make their job easier, They always finished with some kind message, a little tip for the stressed students together with a reminder that everything is going to be ok, even if your brain doesn't belives in it
Yes, the first years come to participate on most days, some act on the short stories, some are there just to joke around and tell how's to live on their dorm, sometimes even hosting when Yuu needs a break the boys gossip about Yuu's life once, got a strange high audience that night
They did manage to attract Azul's attention, He pays them to say what's the menu of Monstro lounge tomorrow, and even participated on an interview, on the days Malleus can't get out of his room, be it by Lilias demands for silver and sebek to have a good night at lest once a week or a raining day, He listens and now wants to participate talk about gargoyles
Sam's not stupid and pays Yuu to say what's new on the stock, Crowley doesn't know about these sponsors and Yuu is very happy to never mention them if They wish to keep the little money They have
Once Floyd bursts in, it's the new soap opera of the night, kalim was so excited to participate, We don't talk about the truth or dare incident, Trey gives permission to use some of his recipes with a catch, the listeners have to figure out witch three ingredients are false, Cater is living for the behind the scenes videos He's making and the bloopers He gets when visiting
There is a Q&A day, any mensagens send to the NRC radio magicam could be answered by Yuu with the guest of the day help yes the public knows who the guest will be beforehand, some are normal, some are troll, some are very specific and some are.... strangely flirty
It becomes quite popular and then... Ambrose heard of this... now Yuu has RSA fans! And more guests! And more gossip! and CHAOS!
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Broken
This is a drabble centered around Alistair just being broken in, a little drabble of pre-pet Alistair
Tw: death mention, non-con mention, branding, slave mentality, abuse, possessive whumper
“I finally broke it.” Master said, sneer plastered all over his face. Alistair wasn’t as lucky…
They were harshly thrown to the ground and in disgust, were given a sharp kick to the side. Tears lined their eyes, but Alistair knew better than to cry. And so, they took it. With their pride being smashed to the ground in humility.
The people in the audience Master had gathered together in spite and pride just sat and watched, the laughter ringing around in their ears. Wallowing in misery, Alistair was completely helpless as they were put on display.
Master quickly smashed his shoe’s heel down on their face, smushing what little cheek they had against the floor.
“Behold. The filth of the earth, the very scum that crawls under our feet.” Master said, grinding his heel against their forehead. Alistair’s eyes bolted to the ground, trying to remember their training. Good mutts didn’t deserve eye contact. That was reserved for people alone. Not filthy wretches.
Shame burned it’s way onto their face, feeling the stare of Master’s guests boring holes into them. Alistair’s stomach lurched from the shame. The only thing preventing them from throwing up was the fear of punishment.
With one last sharp press, Master removed his foot from off of their head, pushing them to the side. He walked to the other side of the room, eyes never leaving Alistair.
Master snapped his fingers twice, making the trembling slave whine and jolt to get into the proper positioning.
Scrambling into a stress position in the mere hopes of release, they bowed their head as tears finally did start slipping out of their eyes.
People started to walk up to them and gaze at the broken property infront of their eyes. Seeing Alistair’s tears, laughter quickly filled the room. Several people poked and prodded while others just stared. And some of the brave ones started to kick and punch them.
Alistair didn’t break positioning, just flinching and gasping to catch their fleeing breath. They were strong, but their tears quickly disproved that theory. They hadn’t stopped until Master patted his leg. He was safe. He would save them. Or at least, they thought and hoped and prayed.
Master pat again, impatient as ever. They nearly ran to him, getting there in the blink of an eye. He chuckled and tugged their hair to meet his eyes. They stared up at Master as if he was their world. And in fact, he was.
He gave a sharp tug, ripping and tearing some strands out. They had forgotten an important rule. Only people got eye contact. Not “things” and “its”.
Gasping, they quickly tore their eyes away, face as red as a lobster. Why couldn’t they ever do anything right? They would surely receive a week in the out for that. They hated the out. They liked the in. The in was safe and warm without bugs and filth and wind and cold and grass and rain and thunder.
The guests didn’t give a fuck, just watching with amused eyes. Master had always enjoyed entertaining. And Alistair was the perfect centerpiece. Worst yet, everyone knew it…
Didn’t matter what they wanted or needed, their whole job was to stay quiet and stay seen and not heard like a good little mutt was to do.
They immediately flinched and curled into themself, white cold fear drowning the red hot shame away. They knew it wasn’t safe when Master pulled out his favorite toy from a nearby side table.
They whined and started to back up, trying to escape from the brand. Their body was already decorated with the mayor’s brand all over. They didn’t want more. They didn’t need more. It hurt, especially when the sound of sizzling, burning flesh filled the room.
Master tsked before opening his mouth to speak. “Today is a momentous occasion. Today’s the day I broke it.” He said, a grin stretching from ear to ear. He waved his hand out dramatically to them, as if showing the “before” part of before and after.
“Come.” Master yelled sharply, he didn’t have time for the pets doddling. They crawled over to his feet, limbs curling into their sides with shame. Alistair’s head was shoved down, meaning only one thing. And they knew it.
Alistair shakily planted a kiss on Master’s shoes before licking them until he kicked them and walked off to heat the brand. Master quickly left the room with his guests, knowing full well they would have some fun of their own. Alistair would have nothing near fun.
Alistair knew all of this was wrong and degrading, but there wasn’t anything they could do. And, like Master said, they were finally broken. No longer a human, but an object to hurt and an object for pleasure. They painfully accepted their fate. They were worthless anyway, at least Master was kind enough to put them in their place and remind them of what they truly were- an abomination. A horrible, disgusting monster.
No one could ever love a monster. So they were lucky they weren’t put to sleep or abandoned to live a life of shame. At least now they were useful. Well, to an extent. And they could not be more thankful to Master for saving them from that.
Alistair started to crawl into the deep parts of their mind, removing themself from reality as the guests did what they wished to their heart's content.
A piece of trash doesn’t deserve privacy or boundaries or wants or needs, so they dared not speak up as the guests did unspeakable things to their body.
When Master finally did return, he was pissed. At both Alistair and his guests. He got like this when he was triggered. It was scary because he took it out on Alistair, no one else.
Brand in hand, he waved it around in the air near his guests, face red with anger. He started spewing hateful word after hateful word, anger, bitterness, and trauma hardening his heart.
The guests thought it was the funniest thing ever, laughing at the supposed tease. That just made him yell more, his yelling soon turned screams. He demanded the guests leave.
They weren’t ready to, not when they didn’t get what they deserved. If Alistair wasn’t going to get hurt, someone had to. That someone was Master.
The guests, in a pain fueled wave of fury and excitement, tackled Master to the ground and flipped him. They cut his shirt and pressed the brand down sharply.
Screaming and kicking and crying, he pleaded and begged for Master Damien to stop. The guests didn’t know his past, and he was determined to keep it that way, but tonight unraveled his plans.
Alistair screamed when Master did, feeling their own pain flare up. They grabbed Master and held him close, growling at the people, refusing to let him go.
The guests just tore them away from Master, planting the brand on them too. Alistair screamed out for the pain to stop, feeling the red hot burning tearing their skin apart. Feeling the effects of the open air stinging it when the crowd had finally got what they wanted.
They collapsed on the ground in tears and shame, waiting for further punishment. Why couldn’t Master get it over with already? Why was he dragging it out?
They didn’t know that the guests had long since gone and no one was going to hurt them further. Master had managed to leave the room quite a while back, taking an ice bath to heal the burn. He was hurt and angry.
No more parties. He was ashamed of how he reacted, and hating Alistair for not taking the pain in his place. He didn’t deserve it. They did. Slaves took the pain. Not Masters. That was very obvious.
Today was supposed to be a good day. Today was supposed to celebrate his accomplishment of breaking them, but in the end, the only broken one was him. Master Damien had done his job well.
He cussed loudly, throwing glass bottles against the wall, reveling in the shattering it caused.
He got out of the bath and threw on some pajamas pants, walking to the living room where his party was hosted.
Wincing when he saw Alistair’s broken state, he tsked. They lay limp on the floor, twitching every so often. It was clear they had been pushed to the limit. Considering, it wasn’t even Master who branded them. The crowds were harsh and reckless.
The guests had done numerous other things when Master had left, it was unclear exactly what had happened, but Master’s torture tools were strewn about the room and blood was quickly seeping into the carpet.
He walked over and poked them with his foot, seeing if they’d respond at all. He frowned, the only response he received was a whimper and a tremble. What was wrong with them?
They didn’t know, they didn’t care. They only wanted the pain and fear to leave. But, Master was never one to comfort. Plus… why would he? They didn’t deserve it. Comfort was for people. Alistair’s whole job as Master’s slave was to be a play thing to hurt. Nothing more.
He crouched down and eventually lowered into a sitting position. They would pay dearly for not protecting Master. He was determined to make them hurt.
He just watched them, taking in such a broken person, however, he’d never admit to them being a person. They weren’t after all.
After a good bit of stroking and possessiveness, he dragged them by their hair and threw them into the hallway that held the shoes and leashes.
A loud whine escaped their lips, unable to control their responses anymore. They needed a break from the pain. They were falling apart. But Master knew best… if he wouldn’t help them than they clearly didn’t need it.
Master just rolled his eyes and scoffed at their helplessness. They winced and crawled over to his feet, kissing them as best as they could. He leaned close and pet their hair, opening his mouth to whisper something.
“You worthless slut, are going in the out. How dare you ruin my big day. I will break you a billion times over again until you learn your lesson.” He said, throwing them back.
Alistair’s eyes grew wide with fear, clinging to his legs in one last hopeless attempt at salvation from the god above, determining their every move, every thought, every feeling. Master was no god, but in both their and his eyes, he was.
He shook them off, flinging them to the side and sharply snaping his fingers. They were slower than before, a little groggy and dissociated with reality.
They tried to get into a kneeling position, but failed miserably. They collapsed in a disappointing heap on the ground and passed out.
Master growled at their incompetence and hastily attached a metal leash to a choker collar he tightly slid on their neck.
They didn’t need it, of course, but bad slaves always got them. They were used to not being able to breathe anyway.
He tied the leash to a tree and threw them out, wiping his hands to rid himself of them. Alistair jolted awake with the chilling wake up the snow gave them. They were barely clothed and were very vulnerable with blood loss.
Alistair scrambled over to the tree and curled against its trunk in fear, hoping for some sort of comfort. They received none as the sun started to set on their shivering, isolated body.
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Propriety..?
“I promise I’ll stay on my side of the bed.”
Taken from this list of bed sharing prompts.
Zvonimir x Caligarus.
"Well, this is rather indecent, isn't it?"
"Hm?"
Caligarus paused and turned back to look at Zvonimir, who was still standing in the doorway. Zvonimir had a scowl on his face as he surveyed their room. When his answer wasn't forthcoming, Caligarus decided to take a look around for themself.
The room was beautifully decorated with all the pomp and lavishness that high society demanded. There was a small corner dedicated to a modest alchemy table and a wall high bookcase filled with text. At the very center of the room was a large fur rug and a smattering of golden petals. That was curious, but Caligarus stowed away their curiosity for now. Continuing, they set their eyes on a tall bed thick with covers and pillows. A glass door led out to the balcony, and on the adjacent wall were pictures and small dressers, upon which were set a variety of flowers in vases. Caligarus' right brow cocked up sharply, and they looked back to Zvonimir again. He was already staring at them, and upon seeing their silent bemusement, he clicked his tongue and stepped into the room.
"There's only one bed. Surely, they think better of us."
Caligarus turned their head, watching their companion step further into the room and drop his bag onto the bed. Zvonimir placed his hands on his hips, looking around more critically before shaking his head sharply.
"Shame on them, shame on this."
"What's wrong with the setup?" Caligarus stepped backwards to close the door. Afterward, they closed the distance between them and the other witcher. "It's just a bed."
"Just a—" Zvonimir turned his head and stared at Caligarus incredulously. "Just a bed. That's the problem, you see! Do they think we Witchers lack modesty or a need for privacy? It's rather forward of them to assume I would want to share a room with you." He paused and turned his head away; he fanned away any questions with two sharp flicks of his hand. "Not that there's anything wrong with you. You're fine enough."
"Then why the fuss? I'm not sure how you Griffins play, but at my keep, there was no shame in sharing a bed or space with our fellows. After all we've endured to get to this point, it's a trifle thing, isn't it?"
Zvonimir was silent for a long while. Caligarus set their bag down onto the floor and turned lazily to sit down on the bed. They looked up at Zvonimir as he sighed slowly.
They added, "I promise I'll stay on my side of the bed."
"....Fine, I guess," he conceded finally. "We just shouldn't do anything untoward while together lest they find evidence."
Caligarus smiled lazily, the tips of their teeth peeking through a part between their lips. "Bashful, are you? Or are you already thinking lewd things?" When Zvonimir snapped towards them suddenly, they raised their hands in surrender, but they laughed jovially all the same. "I jest; I jest, of course." They lowered their hands to the bed and leaned their weight back. "I've no other plans than to use this bed to rest. So long as you don't mind me returning at a late hour, that is. You'll hardly know I'm even here."
Zvonimir frowned for a different reason entirely this time. "And why would you be out late?"
"Please." Caligarus tipped their head and huffed a brief laugh. "As if you're the only one who has plans here." They drew in a small breath and let it out in a carefree sigh. "But don't worry. I won't interfere with your machinations. I've my own business to attend to."
Zvonimir stared at Caligarus for a long while before stepping closer to the witcher. He reached out and idly fiddled with their medallion. His gloved thumb traced the geometric snout of the ox before sliding up to the shapely horns. He hummed before tapping against the ox's forehead. He flicked his gaze up to Caligarus'. He tucked the witcher's medallion under their tunic.
"Don't get in trouble," was all he said finally as he pulled away. He began removing his gloves. "And don't make a mess."
"Aye, aye." Caligarus looked down to the ground, their head tipping the other direction.
"And keep an eye on the time. Dinner starts at sundown."
Caligarus raised a hand lazily. "Will do." They pulled up to their feet with a soft huff of effort. They nudged their bag underneath the bed with a foot before heading towards the bedroom door once again. "I'm off then."
"See you in a bit."
Caligarus hummed in acknowledgement as they exited. The door clicked behind them, and Zvonimir glanced the way they left. He waited in the silence before looking over his shoulder towards the bed. He warmed at the thought of them sharing an intimate space. He loosely covered his mouth with one hand and looked away, feeling as bashful as Caligarus had teased.
"Fool," he muttered under his breath before continuing to undress down to his second layer. He couldn't think on this any further. He had things he needed to do and prepare for.
In spite of all that, he wasn't ready for that night.
The hours passed in a haze of conversation for Zvonimir and combat for Caligarus. When it was time for dinner, Caligarus arrived ten minutes late, having needed to clean up well enough and change clothes to appear in polite company. The guests at the dinner table eyed them curiously as they strode through the door. Zvonimir kept a stern expression, but his shoulders relaxed slowly, belying his relief in seeing his companion. Caligarus looked around at everyone as they walked to their seat. They bowed shallowly.
"Apologies for my lateness. Business dragged on longer than I would have liked."
"You're still on time for the first course," a nobleman said, though his tone was... needling and accusatory when he stated it.
Caligarus withdrew their chair and took a seat next to Zvonimir. Under the table, they reached out to squeeze his thigh. To the nobleman, Caligarus gave a slow smile. It would have been handsome were it not for the edge of viciousness.
"Thank you for your care. I'll start eating now."
And it was good, the food. The company was middling as always. Zvonimir spoke confidently and often in broad strokes when people asked about their witcherly natures. It wasn't pertinent to the conversation at hand, but the nobles seemed so curious about the fact that they had two witchers from two different parts of the continent here together. There was scandal in the air, or so they assumed. Caligarus wiped their mouth and politely spoke up,
"Having two Witchers is a rarity indeed, and thus it should state the severity of your problem."
Some of the nobles paled. One or two politely cleared their throats. Zvonimir shot the other witcher a grateful look before continuing his speech. By the end of it all, it was hard to say whether the nobles had some newfound respect for the pair or if they found them more of a novelty. Caligarus hardly cared either way. They just wanted to head to their bedroom. The two witchers walked alone to their room, and once the door opened, Caligarus began to undress. Zvonimir startled and hurried his companion inside. He hurriedly shut the door behind them. Caligarus seemed unbothered.
"Finally. I can take a bath."
"I thought you already took one!"
Caligarus rolled their eyes tiredly. "A better one. A longer one. I still feel blood in every crease and on my thighs. I managed to wash away the worst of it all, but what remains is turning, augh, tacky. Help me with this, will you? Being tired is making me useless."
A sharp sigh. Caligarus stepped closer to help remove the garment that was keeping Caligarus restricted. He eyed the broad plane of his companion's back. He watched as they unbuttoned the tunic that remained, and his eyes widened slightly as the muscles were bared before him. When Caligarus bent down to remove their trousers, though, he snapped to life.
"Really! Here?"
Caligarus made a noise upon feeling a slap against their back. "Has being alone made you virginal? What are you complaining for?"
They quickly and easily stripped naked before gathering up their clothes and armour. Zvonimir all too quickly shoved the piece he held towards them when they turned. He pointedly kept his eyes up towards the ceiling. Caligarus watched him before laughing lowly, warmly. Zvonimir quickly glared at them, cheeks burning.
"Perhaps so..." they mused to themself. "I'll be more mindful then." With that, they turned towards the shared bathroom. "Forgive me if I take a while. I'll clean my armour and then myself. Do what you need before retiring."
"I will!" Zvonimir snapped, a bit too defensively.
He plucked nervously at his clothes before starting to undress as well. He took his time and dressed down until he was just in his small clothes. He cleaned up their shared space, though there was little for him to do. In the end, he kept himself busy by examining the flowers on the dressers. The petals looked thick, waxy almost, but they were real, surprisingly. He stroked one petal and then another. His thoughts ran away with him until he felt compelled to jot them down.
He lost himself in his notes, first about the flowers and then about the space around them. He wrote extensively about the local flora and fauna he had seen and compared them to others he had catalogued in his book. Before long, he was in front of the alchemy set, twiddling a lock of his hair around a finger. He only looked up when he heard footsteps in the room again.
Caligarus appeared now, drying off their hair and walking almost blindly towards the bed. They were in thin pants now — their chosen attire for sleeping, Zvonimir reckoned.
"My armour is drying, but it should be out of your way." They pulled the towel back and looked to Zvonimir, whose eyes suddenly snapped up to meet theirs. They smirked. "When you're ready."
"When I'm... Ah. Yes!" He shut his field book suddenly and stood up with entirely too much urgency.
He and Caligarus held each other's gaze. Caligarus laughed softly. "Careful now. Don't want you to have an accident."
"Hold your tongue for once, would you? I'm going now. Don't get into the bed wet."
Caligarus hummed in a way that was low, almost guttural. It was a noise Zvonimir hadn't heard humans, or whatever their kind constituted as, make before. He paused out of curiosity, but then he continued forward into the bathroom. He relaxed when he finally got into the bath, and Caligarus did do their part to dry as much as they could. Before they entered the bed, though, they grabbed Zvonimir's field book and took it with them. They flicked idly through the pages, marveling at the graphs drawn and the very studious notes scribbled down. Far better than anything they've ever written themself but nothing that escaped their understanding. They sank down against the mound of pillows as they read. When they heard Zvonimir's footsteps approaching, they didn't look away.
"Taking my things now?"
"It was out in the open. I just wanted to read your notes."
"... And?"
"They're fascinating." Caligarus gave an idle shrug of their shoulder. "But what else can I expect from the School of the Griffin?"
Zvonimir sniffed haughtily and asked, "Do they not read and write at your keep?"
Caligarus laughed. "Not often. Not like this. We know enough to be literate, but our methods are more... bestial, I suppose, than this." They closed the notebook and handed it over to Zvonimir, who took it protectively. "We rely on our witcher kin to be more civil."
The two looked at each other. Zvonimir noted how relaxed Caligarus was, how low and slow their voice was, how each word was starting to become more of a purr. He turned away, willing himself to calm, as he set the book down on the bedside table.
"Even the Cat?" Zvonimir asked sharply, diverting his feelings.
Caligarus laughed and placed their hands behind their head. "Even the Cat in a sense." They closed their eyes then and let out a steady sigh through their nose.
Zvonimir watched them before shaking his head. "Won't even help turn out the lights?"
Caligarus' lips quirked up, and they freed their right hand. With a lazy motion of their hand, they used Aard to blow out all the candle lights. Zvonimir clapped daintily with an indifferent expression on their face. Caligarus chuckled softly before placing their hand behind their head once more. Giving into his own tiredness, Zvonimir slid underneath the covers himself. He made himself comfortable and turned his back to his companion. He very nearly fell asleep at that moment, but then he felt a shift behind him. Caligarus rolled towards him and placed a hand on his hip. Zvonimir couldn't stop himself from shuddering in time.
"Do keep your musings to a minimum," Caligarus teased. "I'd like to sleep."
Zvonimir groaned in his embarrassment as Caligarus turned away. "Must you torment me then?" he muttered to himself. He then added louder, "Didn't someone promise to stay on their side?"
Caligarus laughed and rolled away, their back facing Zvonimir's. "It's in my nature and apologies—I’ll do better throughout the night. Good night, Zvoni."
Zvonimir rolled his eyes behind his lids and shook his head. "Good night, Cali."
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Captain Rosemary blinked in disbelief. She knew every face on every journey she took, but the small inventor before her was entirely unfamiliar. A stowaway, surely, on her own ship.
Thym seemed to be trying to shrink in on themself. Some part of Basil noticed their fear. He reached out to put a comforting hand on their shoulder, but they pulled away from his side, suddenly terrified of being confined.
“It’s alright.” Basil said, addressing both Thym and Rosemary.
Rosemary tilted her head, confusion shifting towards awe.
Basil continued in a definitive tone, “Rosemary, this is Thym. They will be coming with us on this voyage.”
Ignoring Basil’s complete disregard for her authority, Rosemary instead cast another glance at Thym, who was now beginning to relax and had pulled themself back to their full height. Rosemary nodded.
“I suppose they will.”
Rosemary found she couldn’t disagree when Basil was here vouching for a stranger. It went against everything she understood about the detached scientist. No, she had to know more about this kid, and besides, she couldn’t just kick them off the ship.
The captain extended her hand.
“I’m Captain Rosemary, it’s nice to meet you Thym.”
With a small smile, Thym accepted the handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Captain.”
Introductions out of the way, Rosemary gestured for the duo to follow her.
“Come along, let’s warm up a little.”
Basil nodded and made to follow, and Thym apprehensively took up the rear. Basil felt the need to keep looking back at them, lest they vanish once again.
In the warmth of the decks below, Rosemary led the way to the galley. The smell of a delicious dinner cooked only a few hours ago still lingered in the dining area, and Thym’s stomach reacted loudly.
“Here, sit and tell me about yourself.” the captain prompted as she started on a meal for their new guest. The kid looked starved. The small stowaway could’ve easily taken more for themself from their stores...
“Uh, I uh, I’m just trying to get out of New London for a bit.” Thym responded, unsure what information the captain was looking for “This ship is bound for Ireland, yes?”
Rosemary shot a glance at Basil, but he was focused on his new acquaintance, listening intently.
“It is.” Basil answered “Arcturus has a botany keep there.”
“Sounds nice.” Thym smiled, imagining the warmth and beauty of a greenhouse.
“It’s lovely.” Rosemary agreed while setting the stove to a simmer. She came and sat at the table with Basil and Thym.
“Tell me, Thym, why an Arcturus ship?”
Thym averted their gaze. This was technically an inquiry into their crime of sneaking aboard.
“It felt safe.” They said, softly.
Rosemary nodded, accepting their answer, then lightened the tension with a small chuckle. “Then I guess I’m doing my job alright.”
Standing again, the young captain went to stir the meal she was preparing. Thym watched her, mystified and intrigued at her kindness. She wasn’t what the stowaway had to come to expect from someone with her title. She was only in her early thirties, with a gentle face and lovely black curls cascading over her shoulders. In the lantern-light, her dark chestnut eyes glimmered with thoughtful consideration. But she had the hands of a captain. The warm copper skin of her palms was crossed with scabs and scars, a history of hard work written in red letters.
Basil interrupted their train of thought. “Thym, you have some very creative insights on engineering. Do you have any experience in that area?”
Rosemary’s interest was piqued immediately by Basil’s focused query.
Thym lit up. “Yes, I was an engineer for a smaller ship once.”
“Really? That’s wonderfully impressive, especially for your age!” Rosemary exclaimed “Tell me, have you ever considered expanding your knowledge of the subject?”
The redhead gave a sad smile. “Yeah but uh, sometimes things go a little off-plan.”
“You know,” Rosemary pointed out “Basil has some experience in that area. He works in neurorobotics.”
Thym grinned at the scientist. “Yeah, I gathered. He has some opinions on the subject.”
Basil only gave an aloof nod as Rosemary cast an inquisitive glance between the two.
“Well. Food’s done.”
Rosemary set a double serving of stir fry in front of Thym. The simple but hearty dish of potatoes, vegetables, and bits of salted beef looked better than anything they’d eaten in months. Conversation died immediately as they hungrily dug in.
If Thym weren't so understandably focused on the meal, they may have picked up on a subtle tension between Basil and Rosemary while seated in their company. A bead of sweat rolled down the skinny scientists brow to which he immediately reacted, first removing his gloves, then unbuttoning clasps down the coat sleeve before slipping out of the garment fully. He set it all, neatly folded, on the bench beside him, and stared off into the middle-distance.
After a few mouthfuls, Thym found themself intrigued by Basil’s now uncovered right arm. They tried not to be obvious in their observation, but curiosity was getting the better of them. They hadn't really gotten a chance until now at an up-close look at Basil and the golden mechanical limb had piqued their interest at every prior sight of it. It looked to be in immaculate condition, well polished metal panels met at clean angles, mostly hiding the internal workings. Small red tubes could be seen, fed through the length of the arm. Affixed at the wrist was an oddity, Basil's fully flesh hand, only slightly scarred at the connection point. Thym wondered just how far up the construction of the metal arm reached and what the story behind it was.
Basil felt Thym’s gaze intensify, honed onto his right side. Despite being used to others staring, the awkwardness grew with every second and in an attempt to dispel it he cleared his throat.
“Sorry.” Thym muttered, re-directing their attention to their half-finished food “It’s just some beautiful work. Your own?”
“Collaborative effort initially, but it has seen a lot of personal upgrades since then.”
Basil leaned forward, deciding to extend the arm to Thym for closer inspection. They had an engineer’s mind … he could trust them to appreciate and respect the complex work that made him whole.
Thym examined it with open wonder. They noted its neat build and simple practical style, and tried to understand how it functioned with the minimal information available to their eyes. Gently but shamelessly, they placed a hand along one of the smooth plates, prompting Basil to tilt his arm a bit. They stood at their seat to lean in for an even better look. The tubes seemed to function like veins. Thym noted the slight shade difference in reds and realized the arm was hosting a proper circulatory system.
“That's incredible!” they exclaimed, curiosity momentarily quelled. They sat again, smiling with admiration at Basil.
“And hey, pretty stylish, too.” the redhead said playfully.
Basil smirked and pulled his arm back.
Rosemary sat contently, having watched the shared interaction with heavy interest. “Basil's got more style than he lets on,” she said.
Basil sighed and stood, somehow appearing more stiff than when he’d stood in the biting cold winds above deck.
“I think I'll make a pot of tea, got a bit more work I'd planned to finish before reaching Virgo.” He looked to Thym, “Care for some?”
“Yes!”
“None for me, thanks.” Rosemary called as Basil left to prepare it.
Rosemary turned her attention back to Thym, a look of concern marginally detectable. “So just how long have you been… catching a ride aboard Arcturus vessels?”
Thym tensed.
“I’m...not quite sure.” they lied “Time sorta blurs together when you’re not doing much. But it’s been...a few trips.”
Rosemary simply nodded and a silence permeated the air for a few moments.
“I suppose we should find you some official quarters for the duration of the trip.”
“Oh, er,” Thym shrugged nonchalantly “I'm fine.”
“No, I insist.” The Captain demanded.
Basil returned holding a cup of steaming tea in each hand. As he set one down for Thym, Rosemary turned to him. “There's still space in your quarters for another person right Basil?”
Basil frowned “Yes, but, wh-”
Rosemary gestured to Thym in earnest “As you already seem to know each other, it makes more sense to place them with you, rather than them being stationed with someone else. At least for the time being.”
Basil tried not to look openly troubled about the intrusion of his privacy. He didn’t intend to drive their guest away. Not tonight at the very least. He’d enjoyed their secretive consultation and it was true he had been wanting a chance at something a little more direct. He sipped his tea, silently relenting to the Captain’s order.
Thym flailed their hands. “You really don’t have to worry about me.”
Rosemary looked at a loss and Basil found himself urged to speak out in agreement with her. It was only sensible Thym was given a place to stay other than the cargo hold.
“Thym, I may have lost that last note.” He said, trying to keep the particulars of their previous engagement somewhat vague. “If we’re indeed to share a space, I had some more thoughts on the subject we’d discussed, but to your credit, having your work to reference as I prepared a response was something I was looking forward to…”
“Oh?” Thym lowered their hands, then smiled down at them “Okay, I’ll re-make it!” they laughed softly “H-how did you lose that already?”
“I ah... wind.” Hoping to immediately dismiss his awkward response, Basil looked to Rosemary “Was there anything else you wanted to ask them tonight, Captain?”
Rosemary considered all the many, many things she wanted to ask, but they could wait. It was late, and she could sense that she was getting in the way of something that felt quite exceptional. For when was the last time Basil had taken an interest in anyone?
“No.” The Captain decided. “We should all get some rest.”
“Great” Basil stood with purpose and gathered his coat, gloves, and tea. “You can follow me, Thym.”
Rosemary watched as they left without another word to her.
Once out of earshot of the Captain, Basil raised a questioning brow at the stowaway and added “Though… You may already know the way?”
“I mean I know where rooms are.” Thym responded, sarcasm practically pouring from their voice “I don’t know where your room is.”
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Because I am long and detailed
Can I request a fem reader x Alice where I am jacobs sister and visit him one day and he takes me to go see the cullens and I imprint on Alice. Everybody is taken aback, but it explains to Alice why she could never see me and to get everybody use to the idea, I stay with the Cullens. Me and Alice become closer and she accepts me as her mate when she realizes I am leaving, giving me the option to stay in forks, which I do. Sorry if this was too long. Your blog seens cool. 💖
WARNING: CURSE WORDS ( if u mind curse words, why are ou even on this blog?)
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“y/n!!!!! let’’s go, otherwise I am leaving you here.’’ Jacob yelled. ‘’ I am coming, just.let me put one some new clothing.’’ since this transformation to a shapeshifter I couldn’t buy any more cute clothing, cause it would be wasted money. sad me :(
Me and my brother Jacob were driving in his car to the Cullen’s house, I knew a few things why i was allowed to meet them 1) they were “good” vampires, i am new at this so I haven’t met any vampires yet. 2) Bella was pregnant with the child with one the Cullen’s sons, what was his name again? Edgard? no. Eduard? no. Edwald? yes! that must me it, sounds like an old name to me. and apparently Bella needs protection from Sam Uley and his pack. so yeah.
When we arrived at thi-S BIG FUCKING HOUSE, WHAT THE HELL?!!! why are they so rich tho? I heard some chuckles inside, must that mindreader Edwald. ‘’’HEY Edwald!!! one thing, i like my privacy so please keep it to you, it is something between us.” Jacob and I were walking into their home. a stone cold and beautiful and omggg so sweet smelling thing was infront of me. ‘’ sure will do, and my name is Edward btw, you must be y/n’’ ‘’Oh, I am sorry, and thanks,” ‘’What?’’ Jacob asked andlooked confused. “nothing’’ Edward and I said in choir. another beautifful creature popped up at the top of the stairs, A beautiful woman with a heart shaped face, beautful brown wavy hair. she looked at me so warm with her stonecold eyes I was shocked.
‘’Edward, please take our guest upstairs already!” she said. as we walked upstairs i saw the beautiful Interior of the house. two blond males, 1 blond female. or should I say goddess?!!! were in the room. then one bulky man!a small human girl on te couch. They all introduced themself to me. ‘’Alice will be here in a second.” Edward said, and indeed in a just a second a pixie looking gril walked in, with the most beautiful golden eyes, yes they all had golden eyes but her’s were the best! wh-? Time looked to be standing still and she was standing at the centrum of it. i love her! ‘’OH HELL TO THE FUCKING NO NO!!!” I looked shocked at Jacob.’ what jus happend?’ i asked, ‘’you..... you imprinted....” oh no! that can’t be true, right? Alice looked at me shocked as well. ‘that explains why you never could see your mate Alice...’’ Edward said, she looked at him speechless and nodded. everybody looked shocked cause this has never happend before, shouldn’t happen! but I can’t fight the feeling of wanting to hold het cold and petite body in my arms. ‘’But Alice! this is great, you finf him um .. her!” Bella obviously tried to lighten the mood, i smiled slightly at her, she smiled politely back.
‘’you’re right Bella, this is what Iwanted, didnt just expected it be a Dog!”’ she looked at me mad but with hurt in her eyes and run away. I wanted to go after her but Jacob stopped me.’’’Let go Jake’’ “no, I dont want you to get hurt, if she fights you, you will loose!” “ Jake!,I would’t even fight back.” and with that i ran after her, followed her sweet smell, that actually smelled very citrus fruit with some floral, like violet, jasmine.
finally i catched her. she stopped, turned around and said ‘’ I am sorry what I said there, I didn’t mean it, will you forgive me, and let us start over?’’ she looked at me hopeful, awhhh she is so cute. oh wait! she wants an answer. I went behind a tree and change into human-shape. ‘
‘’yes i would like that, my name is y/n, and yours?’’ i asked her with a smile. ‘’alice, alice cullen is my name.’’ she said and returned the smile. ‘’alice, would you like to take a walk with me and get to know each other?’’ ‘’’I would like that.”
at the end alice and i got to know each other very well, we had same interest, she glowed up when i said i loved shopping, clothing fashion and more, and whe she heard that my closet was shrinking she already planned 5 shopping dates!
we went back to the house with smiles up on our faces. ‘’Esme, don’t you think it is a good idea to let the family get used to the idea of y/n if she stayed with us for a while. if she wants ofcours?’’ Alice looked at me with hope. How did she expect me to say no that?!!!! ‘’sure’’ ‘’yayyyy’’
a few months later
me and alice have been in a healthy relationship for just 2 months. I lived with he and the cullen’s but i miss my dad, the beach my own home andthe rez. i wanted to go back but then i would miss her, but imprints can go on the rez so why not go with her.
‘’alice, baby can we talk?”’ ‘’sure thing sweatheart’’ she came into our (her) room and gave me quick kiss before sitting next me on the bed.’’’ i miss the rez babe, would you like to move to the rez with me, toget closer to the beach, and we can hunt together and have our own space and time- .’’ ‘’yes!!!! i love that idea, i will look for some cute cottaes to buy our we could build our own!!!! o and i can design it and do the Interior.’’’wuith that she was talking and talking.
_________________________________________________________________ this took me so long idk why, iam not a very actieve writer, but I am trying. I hope you like it, i changed it a little bit tho..... sorry!!!! @serpensangel
xx m
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Hello! I read your Toshinori scenario and I'm blown away by your amazing writing and accurate representation!! Can I have a scenario of Toshinori being a worried and clingy boyfriend when his s/o comes back late (like 3 am late) because she went drinking with some old friends during a reunion?
aw thank you! sorry this is so late, school’s really beatin my ass rn lmao. also, i’ll be using gender neutral pronouns so everyone can enjoy it! enjoy
here’s the previous posts
word count: 2420
“Please leave your message for-”
“Shit..” Toshinori uttered.
This had been the third time he’d called his significant other and the third time it had gone to voicemail after listening to the dull tone on the opposite end. An anxious sigh escaped him as he stared down at the phone in his large hand. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since his partner left but he knew they had been out entirely too long in his book. He wasn’t a boyfriend to become possessive and intrusive of their privacy, no! He trusted them as well as their choices because he knows they wouldn’t do anything to betray him. He knew they were fine and having fun with their friends. But there was something that kept telling him that something was wrong if they didn’t send him any quick messages or answer his calls. It made him worried. Very worried.
Being a hero was a tough job, of course he loved being able to protect the innocent and make sure they’re alright, but it also heightened his senses to know when something was wrong. It also made him think that something is always wrong too. That could just be his anxiety creeping up on him now that he thought about it.
“A-Alright.. I know they’re fine. I know that.” He breathed out, calming himself.
He repeated phrases of this sort - “It’ll be okay.” “They’re fine.” “They’re safe.” - under his breath to comfort himself. It became a soft mantra that soothed him little by little. There was no need to be as freaked out as he was. But he couldn’t help it either, with the things he’s seen, fought, talked to, and put in jail, there was a good reason for him to be worried. There could be a villainous attack with people getting hurt or buildings falling or cars crashing or fires starting or anything that could hurt them! Well, great. Now that’s all he could think about. The small moment of peace he was able to find had dissipated. Toshinori paced in front of the couch as he continued to think about the worst case scenarios and he didn’t even realize how deep he was diving into these negative thoughts. His eyes shot to the digital clock sitting on a nearby counter. Midnight.
The hero plopped down on the edge of the couch as he rest his elbows on his knees, covering his face with his hands then letting them slowly run down. The skin on his cheeks were slightly tugged down along with his hands. His hands remained in front of his mouth as he stared at the television screen in front of him. He was watching some random variety shows in order to pass the time and it worked for a while until he noticed how late it was getting. They had left only a few hours before, eight o’clock or so, and he managed to be fine with it for a majority of the time. They said they were with friends they hadn’t seen since high school for a mini reunion and he was comfortable with that. What was genuinely getting to him was how late it was, the fact their phone seemed dead, they were drinking, plus, he wasn’t sure when they’d come back home. On top of his embedded worry he didn’t want to seem like the type of person who would get over protective and manipulative over them either! It was almost frustrating.
Scratch that, it was frustrating. Unbelievably and annoyingly frustrating. He was by no means mad at his significant other nor the fact that they were having fun and he wouldn’t ruin for them whatsoever but he was mad at the fact that he couldn’t seem to get over the paranoia nagging at him as a hero. He huffed, drumming his fingers across one of his knees and staring at the television once again. Maybe watching the shows again would help him although he was doubting it at the same time. He thought of doing something else but then he couldn’t think of anything else to do, so, he stuck with watching the dumb late night shows. Certain guests were entertaining up until his eyes involuntarily flicked towards the digital clock shown on the cable box and he nearly fell off the damn couch.
“T-Two thirty in the morning!? How can the tv waste so much time..” He exclaimed, putting a hand to his forehead as he reached for his phone. He paused midway.
He really did not want to seem clingy or overbearing over his significant other but he felt the worry starting to consume him. His hand slowly retracted from the device on the coffee table as he looked down to the floor with another sigh leaving his lips. There were so many things to be worried over about but at the same time he could be absolutely worried about nothing at all. Then he heard a soft buzz from his phone and he jumped before diving for it, snatching it off the table immediately. He swiped his thumb across the screen, typed in his password, and stared at the notification at the top. After opening it, he felt relief flood throughout his body as it was a text message from the very person he’d spend the most of his night thinking about. They said they were leaving now and they’d be home in about thirty minutes or so. Then another message popped up as soon as he finished reading the first one claiming they’re getting a ride home from a friend they assigned as the designated driver. A smile crept up on him, he felt a bit proud that his s/o had thought that far if they were to drink too much.
One more message came up on screen.
“Heyyyyyyy Toshi~! Have i told u how much i luv u????? BC i REALL Y do.” He read. Wow, they must have been pretty drunk to be texting so oddly.
“Yes, you have. I love you too. I’ll be here when you get home.” He sent back. Now that the worry left, his body felt like it was full of lead and he had to sit back down on the couch, sliding down into a slumped in position.
Not too long later, his phone began to buzz again but this time in a longer and more consistent pattern. Who was calling him this late- or rather, this early? It left him dumbfounded for a moment before he lifted his phone up to read the name. He raised a brow when it was revealed to be his partner and he tapped the screen to answer the call, raising his phone to his ear. He was first greeted with the sound of giggling then small sniffs followed by more laughter mixed with soft sobs. There went his heart rate again. It spiked and he sat up straight, sputtering and fumbling over his own words for a moment. They shh’d him which just confused him as he listened to what he assumed was them trying to compose themself enough to speak.
“You really love me?” They asked. He felt his body become weighted with relief again as his back hit the couch.
“Yes! Of course I do.” He answered, laughing lightly at the sound of them crying harder. He didn’t mean to laugh, really, but he honestly thought it was a bit cute that they were crying over something as simple as their feelings for one another. “Are you almost home?” He asked.
“Yeeeaaaaah. I think so? Yeah. Yes. Yuup.” They seemed to have stopped crying already. “Definitely yeah! I see the.. The-the thing. What is it?” He could hear them speak to one of their friends and describing something even he couldn’t figure out. “It’s like.. Tall and bright.. And.. uh.. And tall!” He snickered. “Don’t you laugh at me Toshi! You nerd.” He could only snicker again. “Wait.. Do you mean that lamppost over there? The one with a plastic flower taped to it?” “YEAH HOLY SHIT THE LAMPPOST!” Now he totally lost it. He was holding his stomach, leaning over doubled with laughter. He felt a few tears prick the corners of his eyes as he gasped for air and in between each little breath he took, he tried to explain to his partner that they were just entirely too funny like this. Once he calmed down, he let out a cough, and find himself smiling like an idiot.
“Well, I’m glad you closer to home than I thought. Do you want to stay on the phone or hang up?” Toshinori offered as he knew they were only a few blocks away from home. The lamppost with the plastic little flower was a somewhat special place for the two. They had ran into each other there, met there for their first date, even shared their first itty bitty confession of feelings there too. He wasn’t sure how it all ended up happening in the same spot every time but he was glad they were able to have such memories. And every time he sees the lamppost with the flower, he’s always reminded of them. Whenever someone would take the flower down one day, it be back there the next. It was odd but cute.
“No, talk to me. I like it when ya talk.” They chuckled and he hummed, thinking of something to say.
“Hmm.. You know you nearly gave me a heart attack staying out so late. I’m not trying to lecture you or anything stupid like that. It worries me, seeing what I see, doing what I do. I’m just more than happy that you’re safe and seem to be in a great mood. It’s also made me realize you mean so much more to me than I even realized before and.. I can’t think of anything better that’s happened in my life than you.” He supposed it was a bit too sentimental to say when they’d most likely forget this the next day but it was also all the more reason to keep talking. He needed to get a bit off his chest. “You’re safe, you’re happy, you’re healthy. I can’t believe you were out so late too! Ahh, I know you wanted to be alone with your friends but I wish I could have gone with you to see what kind of drunk you are or see what kind of trouble you go into.” He chuckled at the mere thought. “Then again, I think when you get home it’ll be better than any night out with a group.” He paused then became silent after that.
The silence remained for a few more minutes and he wasn’t sure what was happening at the moment until he heard keys jingling outside the door. He heard them drop before standing, walking over, then opening it to show the slightly messy looking person he loved on the other side. Their hair was a bit fuzzy, shoes in one hand, phone in the other, and the keys were somehow hanging from their mouth. His eyes went from bottom to top and when he noticed that there were a tiny formation of tears coming to their eyes, he froze. Had he said too much? Did he sound clingy? Was he annoying them? Did he kill their buzz? His eyes flicked from them to the floor and he rubbed the back of his neck.
“I, uh.. Sorry abou-”
Before he could complete his sentence, they jumped onto him in a hug but he stumbled over and fell right on his ass. They didn’t seem to care as they only pushed themself closer to him. His arms instinctively wrapped around their waist and he felt their face being pushed into his neck. There were warm tears falling onto his skin. He wasn’t necessarily sure what was going on nor what they were thinking and he could only assumed this was somewhat good. That or they were planning to squeeze him to death.
“You dummy. You can’t say all that stuff when I’m drunk! I’ll cry! How can you make your loving and perfect little significant other cry like this? Being all nice.. And loving.. Ugh.” They whined, words slurring slightly.
“O-Oh, I, well, I-I.. I didn’t think you’d react like this. I apologize.” Toshinori began to hold them in his lap and gently pet the top of their head in hopes to calming them down. “I’m glad it made you happy though. I was worried it sounded differently. But never mind that now, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” He hummed, scooping up from the floor and closing the door with his foot. He managed to lean down and lock it as well.
He strolled into their bedroom, turning right and walking into the next door that connected to the bathroom. He set them down to be sitting on top of the toilet seat then pressed a quick, gentle kiss to their forehead before turning away towards the cabinet behind him. There he pulled out a washcloth and the bag of makeup removing wipes that he saw his s/o using after a night out. He tugged two makeup wipes out of the bag then proceeded to gingerly clean the makeup from their face. They would tell him about their night as coherently as possible as he did so. He couldn’t really understand what kind of story was being told but they enjoyed their night and looked cute too so he didn’t mind. After using both wipes, he made sure to wet the washcloth and wipe down their face one more time for good measure. Once their face was clean, he walked them back into the bedroom to help them change into their favorite baggy pajamas. The way they would lift their arms and giggle after having their dress pulled off reminded him of a small child. He found it endearing, in a way. Soon they were ready for bed and he laid them down, laying next to them and pulling the covers over both. Although neither party hardly made an effort to sleep. So, they talked until the sun rose but even then Toshinori didn’t sleep.
He didn’t want to despite his s/o telling him he should.
They had fallen asleep first and he simply watched the peaceful person before him. He smiled as he held them closely to himself and, eventually, he fell into a blissful sleep too.
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mc’s sister visiting them in secret
Part 2 because I wanted to write for these four too!
Jaehee
it was a hot sunny day
it was swelteringly hot outside at just 8 am and jaehee felt relieved she had made mc stay at the apartment
lord knew she would have had a heart attack if mc suffered another heat stroke or sun burn
the air conditioning inside the cafe was a temporary relief for the ac’s stopped cooling much a couple hours in
normally jaehee would be disappointed, but knew it was a small gift that customers were few that day
when baehee first saw her she thought the heat had gotten to her and was caushing her to hallucinate
because mc had not been able to step out of the ice-cold haven of their room
so how were they there?
but then the hallucination came closer and jaehee noticed details that told her it was not in fact mc
mc-look alike devoured jaehee in a crushing hug and gushed about how much mc talked about her
turned out that the girl was mc’s younger sister despite being the taller one and had come to korea to visit her elder sibling
jaehee feels jealous that mc’s sister is! not! affected by the heat ! h o w??
it’s hot and customers have stopped coming in since the past hour or so
so jaehee closes up shop and makes them the coldest ice lattes that they can drink while they wait for the cab
little sister is talkative and goes a mile a minute about how much she missed mc but how she was glad mc had left when they did anyway
mc hadn’t talked much about their family, but jaehee had known they were not on good terms with their parents- though they always did speak fondly of their sister
what angered jaehee the most was that apparently mc’s parents had not been understanding at all and had created such a scene when mc came out as nonbinary and had threatened to put them into therapy for having that disability
their visitor sadly added that that had been the last straw for mc; that mc had not been able to take any more invalidity; that mc had gone to a hellish university just because their parents had threatened to not put them into any other uni if they left that one
their car ride was filled with comments and questions by jaehee and mc’s sister’s animated answers
jaehee had never been so glad to have a guest
Jihyun/V
because v had already known much about mc the day they had accidentally joined rfa thanks to seven hacking into their social media, he had always known that mc had siblings
however, ever since getting together with mc, he felt he needed to be open with them about questions he had and likewise answer theirs
they had been really understanding and once gave him their sister’s social media where she posted her poems and writings after jokingly asking him to not hack her account please
v was embarrassed all over again till he remembered that this was mc, not rika, and that mc would never taunt or berate him
so jumin was actually on good terms with mc’s baby sister and very proud that she approved of them being with him so much
jihyun actually took some photos inspired by the girl’s poetry!
so it was not inconvenient or uncomfortable for either of them to plan a surprise for mc’s birthday coming up
of course there would be a party and the rfa would be there, and she was very helpful in setting a theme for mc’s birthday;
for he knew a lot about mc’s favored colours and themes in general, but mc was very fandom oriented and that’s where their sister came in handy, knowing exactly which fandom to pick this time
v arranged for her to fly to korea for the the whole week so mc could actually enjoy their sister’s presence freely
he wanted to invite mc’s parents and other siblings too but to his shock the girl shot down that idea like it burnt her!
the things he found out about the relations between mc and their parents upset him to no ends
he understood now why mc seemed to have such a problem with figures of authority in their life and why they always hated their schools and uni and had been miserable throughout their life there
he promised himself to never make them feel trapped or chained like they had been made to feel all their life!
Saeran
it was a rare occasion that saeran and mc actually planned a date outside, neither one being too fond of spending time out in the open
so they were glad for the pleasantly cloudy weather and relatively peaceful hours
the ice cream was pretty good too!
their quiet little date however turned kind of chaotic the moment mc stopped dead in her tracks and when saeran followed their line of sight, he felt he would have had the same reaction if he suddenly confronted his almost doppleganger
turned out, the girl spotted mc too and after the initial surprise, a bright grin lit up her face and she ran towards mc
mc did hug her back, though they kept looking over her shoulder and only seemed to calm down when the girl confirmed that no mc, don’t worry! they’re not here… just my class on our school trip!
they didn’t have much time, for the students would be taken back to the hotel before sun down before moving to the mountains the next day
they got more ice creams and saeran mostly observed as they siblings did some much needed catching up
though it surprised him that mc’s sister would constantly ask him questions and comment on how cool his hair color was and how she totally dug his hairstyle
they also bonded over their love for mint chocolate chip!
saeran approved of this girl
she was the opposite to mc’s quiter nature and chatted happily about anything and everything
she didn’t notice but saeran got really pissed at their parents and how mc still feared them despite the cold front they put up whenever faced with anything about them
saeran was glad that in their line of work they were not subordinate to anybody now so that mc would not revert to their ‘rebellious’ phase that they had gone through when under their too-strict parents and people with authority over them
Vanderwood
they had just been chilling in the lounge when it happened
mc got a call from their sister
vandy made to get up to leave so they could have their privacy but mc made him sit back down
they didn’t have secrets after all, and if mc needed privacy, they would get up and leave themself
he felt on edge as mc became tense and he fretted over a way to calm them down because the clench of their jaw told him they were about to snap
past experiences had taught him not to interfere because usually it only made it worse, and that mc cooled down in their own time
soon enough mc was screaming bloody murder into the phone and quickly got up to go into the kitchen to spare vandy and his ears
but being the perceptive and caring person he was, he followed after them to make sure they didn’t do anything other than break a glass
they didn’t
they just splashed their face with cold water. which was good
"i don’t fucking care, alright?! just pack up and leave! those -! ugh! i’ll get you out of there"
so it was bad
vanderwood wanted nothing more than to expose such people and destroy their rep. sure there were evil bastards all over the world.
but what he could ever forgive was parents who chose to have children and then refused to treat them as human beings, always pressurising them and not willing to understand!
when a week later they landed back in korea with mc’s sister, vanderwood did not worry for having to accomodate a potential stranger; he just thought of how he would work with mc to provide a healtheir environment for their little sister
PART 1
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Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 5
The boys had so many gigs that the month of November was pretty well booked up. They had a day, at most, between gigs which was really meant for traveling between cities. I grew comfortable around them. Liam was obviously a given. Bonehead felt like an older brother. A drunken, crazy, frat boy older brother. Guigsy was a shy stoner that got a bit too starey – but I think that was mostly due to the pot. And Tony had a cute smile and was really sweet even though Noel constantly treated him like shit. Noel was the only one I had trouble with...if you could even call it that. We kept our distance. Didn't say much to each other. I didn't know why he didn't like me. I wasn't there to cause trouble. Germany, France, and Sweden were all beautiful countries. I loved the sites, the food, even the languages although I couldn't understand them. I knew a bit of French but not enough to converse very well with. The tour itself was fucking insane. There were so many fans, so many drugs. I didn't participate in the drug taking. That just wasn't for me. I didn't smoke and I barely drank either. This gave Noel room to "take the piss". "Oi, shut the fuck up, man!" Liam barked at him when he got on a roll. "If she don't wanna fuckin' do it, she don't fuckin' have to!" I was honestly surprised Liam would look out for me. As much as I didn't want them to, Noel's little digs on the first night I was in France made me think. Would Liam get bored with me and find someone else? There were always girls. Tons of girls at every show getting their tits and God only knows what else out for him. They did that stuff for the others too but Liam was gorgeous. And he wasn't mine. We were just friends. Fuck buddies. We screwed and shared a bed but I couldn't help wondering if it was just a bit more than that. He always insisted I sit with him on the bus. He held my hand when we were out walking around. And even if he did get off with other girls, I was the only one who got to go back with him to the hotel room. And I was also the only one who went home with him for Christmas. The tour made me miss Thanksgiving. My parents were upset but I was an adult and I had to live my own life. Plus I knew, contrary to a certain song's lyrical content, my time with the band wasn't going to live forever. The band ended up back in England at the end of November and would stay there until the new year. I saw Wales and Scotland before ending up in Manchester for a bit of a holiday break. The boys' single, "Whatever" was released just before Christmas. They did a gig in Manchester before getting a much needed holiday break that would last a little over a week. "You'll stay at mine for Christmas won't you?" Liam asked at the party following the gig. "Well, me mam's really." "I appreciate your offer but I don't want to impose." I replied. "Thanks though." "Aw, c'mon Tix! I've already told Mam loads about ya. She says you have to come. Plus I told her you can't go home and-" "So you lied to her?" "Nah." He shook his head. "Ya really can't go home. You're stuck with me, remember?" I grinned a little at the memory. "And you're havin' Christmas at mine. End of." Liam and Noel had technically both moved out – living in and out of different hotels mostly since getting their big break. But now they were back home at their mother's insistence. Noel wanted a hotel room and begged Marcus to book him one but Marcus wouldn't do it. "We don't even do much at Christmas." He muttered as the bus was near its destination. "So why the fuck are we startin' now?" "'Cuz we've got a guest." Liam told him as he put his arm around my shoulder. "Tixie's joinin' us." "Oh no!" Noel shook his head. "The fuck d'ya mean, no? Mam said she could. She's fuckin' comin'!" "Yeah we fuckin' know that!" Guigsy piped up with a giggle. "Fuck off, Guigs!" Noel yelled as he threw a pillow off the couch at him. "You're not a part of this argument so stay the fuck out of it!" "Look, if you don't want me to come, I'll go home." I said. "I'll call my parents and get the first flight out. I don't wanna ruin your Christmas." "You'll ruin my Christmas by not fuckin' bein' there." Liam told me. "Don't pay any attention to him." He nodded at Noel. "He's just jealous 'cuz he don't gotta bird to bring home to our mam. All this runnin' about to different countries and that and he can't even find one that'll let 'im get his leg over!" He laughed. "Fuck off!" Noel screamed as he threw another pillow at Liam this time. "No! You fuck off, mate!" Liam barked as he threw the pillow back. A car picked us up after the bus dropped us off and took us to Burnage. We pulled up to the house. It was plain on the outside. No plants or anything but I suppose it really wasn't the time of year for outdoor plants. Liam led the three of us to the front door, taking my hand as we walked along. We stood quietly in the entryway. "Shh!" Liam said as he held his index finger up to his lips. Noel rolled his eyes. "Why the fuck do we always have to-" "Shut the fuck up!" Liam cut him off. Just then, we heard stirring upstairs. "Why-" "Shut the fuck up, man!" "Is that you Liam?" A woman's voice called from upstairs. "And me!" Noel yelled back. "Jesus Christ! Did ya forget you've got more than one son or summat?" Footsteps came softly down the steps until they reached the first floor and the woman finally revealed herself. She had a gentle smile and even gentler looking eyes. "I'm so glad you're here!" She exclaimed as she held her arms out and walked towards her sons. "Hi Mam!" The boys said in unison. They all hugged and even Noel looked like he couldn't resist having his mother wrap her arms around him. "You must be Addie." She said to me after they broke away from their hug. "I am." I told her. "You must be Ms. Gallagher." "Call me Peggy, dear." Her Irish accent was a nice change from the Manc one I'd been used to from following the band around. Not that I didn't like it though. Next to the Beatles' Liverpudlian one, it was one of the sexiest I'd ever heard. "Our Paul is due in for tea." Peggy informed us as she went into the kitchen. "What we havin'?" Liam asked. "Roast chicken." "What?! I fuckin' hate chicken!" "I know but our Noel doesn't." She replied. Liam shook his head. "Who's the fuckin' favorite now?" Noel asked before sticking his tongue out at his brother and heading to the kitchen to find his mom. "Fuckin' cunt!" Liam muttered as he watched him walk away. Regardless of what Liam thought, the chicken was really good. Dessert was even better. Irish Apple Cake. Peggy must've felt the need to go all out for her boys. It was obvious all three of them were mama's boys but Liam was probably the biggest. He didn't argue with Marcus like Noel did about getting a hotel room and was quite content with staying at his mom's. I finally met Paul who I'd heard bits and pieces about. He was probably the sweetest of the three. He seemed shy but very polite. He had similar features and mannerisms to Noel's which made sense – there was only a little over a year's difference in age between them. After dinner, we all hung out in the living room listening to Liam and Noel recount their many adventures on the tour. Noel made sure to mention that Liam was nearly late for their first gig after the US leg of the tour, thanks to me. And of course, Liam told him to fuck off and it was up to their Paul to break it up. "They never used to fight like that." Paul told me as I joined him outside while he had a cigarette later. "Don't know what's changed them." "Fame." I suggested. "Fortune." "A bird." He said as he raised his eyebrows at me. I shook my head. "I don't think so." "Well I do. Our Noel can be quite the jealous cunt. Especially since our Liam finds it so much easier than him to pick up chicks." I found that a little hard to believe. The girls at the gigs came after Noel just as much as they came after Liam. I tried not to pay attention but I know he didn't return to his hotel room alone every night. Apparently, he'd just gotten through a break up. He and the girl fought like cats and dogs but he loved her. A couple of the songs on Definitely Maybe were written for her. "He said he'll never get over it." Paul said. "But don't tell him I told you that." "Don't worry." I assured him. "I won't." He and Noel went out to visit some friends that night but Liam didn't want to go. "They're not my friends." He said as we sat on his bed. "Plus, I'd rather just spend time with you." "You spent time with me on the tour." I reminded him. "Yeah but not alone. Someone was either in the hotel room or on the bus with us. And once they get back, Noel'll come bargin' in on us and fuckin' ruin our privacy." I smiled. "Well we better take advantage of the time we've got then." He smiled back showing his perfect white teeth a bit. I giggled a little then pushed him back to lie down on the bed. The room was so quiet and dark. Liam was sound asleep. I was about half until I heard the door open and someone's footsteps making their way across the room. The owner of the footsteps coughed, revealing themself to be Noel. His bed creaked as he sat down on it and then he turned on his bedside lamp. "Turn that fuckin' lamp off!" Liam groaned without rolling over or opening his eyes. Noel put his tongue in his bottom lip and pushed it out at him while flashing him the backwards peace sign as well. "What're you lookin' at?" Noel asked me his blue eyes looking a bit glazed but no less piercing. "Nowt." I replied, trying to utilize some of the new slang I'd picked up in the last couple months. He rolled his eyes and then pulled a notebook out from his nightstand. "What's that?" I asked. "Song lyrics." He said flatly. I sat up. "Can I see them?" "Absolutely fuckin' not!" I got up and walked over to his bed and crawled over his legs to sit beside him. "No!" He said as he shook his head. "No! Fuck off back to your own side of the room." "Make me." I challenged. He sighed and then looked at a page in his notebook. "Let me see." I said. "No!" He replied as he held it away from me. "C'mon! It's not like I'm gonna steal them or something!" "I don't know what the fuck you'll do and I'm not takin' any fuckin' chances! Fuck off back to Our Kid's bed or I'll fuckin' put ya there me self!" "You seem like you're all talk and no action." I pointed out with a grin. "You say a lotta shit but you never act on it. Not so much of a hard ass, are you?" "Addie, I mean it!" He said trying to hold back from exploding. "You're well on your way to-" "What? A leathering? I'm not scared of you Noel." I leaned in and said the next part right into his ear. "So give me your fucking worst." "That's it!" He exclaimed as he jumped out of the bed. "Get the fuck outta my bed and go over to where you fuckin' belong! Now!" "Make me." He went to say something while raising his left hand up to point but I grabbed it before he could. He just stared at me dumbfounded. "Wow." I mused as I looked at his straight arm. I ran my hand up and down it. "You seem pretty tense." "Get stuffed!" He barked. I looked up at him and then yanked his arm making him lose his balance and sit back down on the bed. He struggled to get me to let him go but stopped when I put my hand on the back of his neck. "You are tense." I said as I stroked the back of his neck. "No I'm not." He argued as I made my way down to his shoulders. "No I'm-" He cut himself off with a moan as he stiffened himself while I pressed down hard on the space between his shoulder blades. "Jesus Christ!" "It's no wonder you're so cranky all the time. Your muscles are so tight-" "Just shut the fuck up!" He ordered. "And move down." I did as instructed, working on the middle of his back. I smiled as I watched his face. His eyes were closed and he scrunched them a bit while he moaned quietly. "Who taught you how to do this?" He asked. "Did ya go to school for it or summat?" "Nope." I replied. "Just kinda do it however the person seems to like it." "Well I fuckin' like this." I smiled as I pushed into his back a little more causing him to moan a bit louder. "Fuck it!" He said. "I've gotta have me shirt off for this. I can't fuckin' take it anymore!" "Okay." He quickly pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor beside the bed. Then he lay down on his stomach and rested his head on his pillows. "Use both your hands this time." He said. I obliged and started back at his shoulders and worked my way down. Noel alternated between sighs and moans with every stroke and rub. His face looked so relaxed – way more than it ever had while on tour. Eventually though, he twisted his face in discomfort and rolled over on his back. "What's the matter?" I asked confused. He looked at me silently before glancing down. I turned to see what he was looking at. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed with a chuckle. "Fuck off!" He said as he quickly turned the light off. "Oh come on! I wanna see it! I wanna know if it's bigger than Liam's." "Of course it's fuckin' bigger than Liam's! There's no contest there." "Right." I sarcastically agreed. "So were you expecting a happy ending with this massage? If so, it's gonna cost you extra." "Piss off!" He said as he pulled the blankets up to cover his chest. I lay down beside him and did the same. "But since I'm so nice, I suppose I can give you one for free this time." "Fuck off!" He said as he rolled over onto his right side to face away from me. "Don't say I didn't offer." I told him before turning my head to the left and closing my eyes. I awoke to the sounds of shuffling I don't know how much later. It was dark so I knew it was still the middle of the night. Then I heard quiet moaning. I turned my head over and looked down towards the middle of the bed. Something was moving really fast back and forth under the blankets. It was like a bump or something. Up and down. Back and forth. I adjusted my eyes and looked to my right. I could make out a bit of Noel's face from the streetlight outside. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. Open enough to let out those moans. He choked a little as the movement of the bump got faster. "Want some help?" I whispered. "Jesus fuckin' Christ!" He gasped as the movement stopped and the bump disappeared. "I'm pretty good at that I reckon." I said. "Liam seems to think so." "Fuck off!" He barked. "Do you still have your boxers on? I hope you don't. They might get messy if you do." "Stop!" "Nah, I'd rather not." I reached under the blankets and down towards his feet. "What ya doin'?" He asked as he jerked a bit. "What're ya-" "Here they are!" I exclaimed as I brought his boxers out from under the blankets. "Off your ankles and completely cum-free." "Give 'em back!" He commanded as he reached for them. I held them out of his reach while I sat up. "Addie! Give me my fuckin'-" He stopped himself as I got out of bed. He tried to grab me before I could but I was too quick for him. "Give me my fuckin' pants!" He cried as I walked across the room. I just ignored him and crawled back in bed with Liam who was still fast asleep. "Fuck's sake!" Noel said as he got out of bed and came over to Liam's side of the room. "Give me my boxers. Now!" Just then, Liam woke up. "What the fuck's goin' on?" He asked groggily. "Why the fuck-" He cut himself off as he looked at his brother. "Why the fuck are ya naked?! What're you tryin' to do? D'ya think you're gonna have it off with my bird or summat?" "No." Noel replied shaking his head. "She-" "Don't want nothin' to do with you. Fuckin' pervert! Go fuck off back to your own side of the room and leave us the fuck alone! Mitherin' us durin' our fuckin' good kip. Piss off!" Noel sighed and then turned around and went back to bed. It didn't take long for Liam to fall back asleep. When I was sure he was, I got back out of bed and went to Noel's side of the room. Noel was wide awake. I could see his open and pissed off eyes from the outside light. I grinned a little and tossed his boxers at his face. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed as he quickly pulled them off his face. "What?" I asked as I crawled back in bed beside him. "I'm just giving them back." "Oh hell no! You're not stayin' in my bed no more! Go back over there with your boyfriend." He pointed across the room. "Liam is not my boyfriend." "Like I give a fuck. Get the fuck outta my bed and leave me the fuck alone!" "Make me!" I said as I stared at him. He shook his head and clenched his fists in frustration but didn't respond. I lay down and got comfortable. "Bitch!" He said before laying down beside me. "Asshole!" I replied. "Skank!" "Twat!" He chuckled sarcastically before turning his head away from me. I smiled to myself and then drifted off to sleep. I woke up as the sun began to rise outside. The sky was a mix of pink and gray. I looked at my surroundings and realized I was on the wall side of the bed when I should've been on the outer side. "Shit!" I exclaimed to myself. I fell asleep in Noel's bed instead of returning to Liam's. I went to get up but realized something was pressing down on my stomach, keeping me from doing so. I looked at it properly and found it was Noel's right arm. He lay there on his stomach sound asleep. His face was turned towards me now and it looked so peaceful. His big eyebrows looked perfect and relaxed. His right hand gently gripped my wrist. I took a hold of it and attempted to move it. "No!" He said without opening his eyes as he gripped my wrist a little tighter. "It's not time yet! Just a few minutes more. Alright, Louise?" I looked at him and smiled a bit at how sweet his voice sounded. "I'm not Louise." I said. He opened his eyes and blinked a couple times. Then he slowly moved his hand. "Go back over there with Our Kid." He said as he pointed. "Now!" "Okay." I replied quietly before getting up and making my way to Liam's bed. I crawled back in beside Liam and nuzzled up to him. He opened his eyes for a split second before kissing me. He put his arms around me and cuddled up as close as he could. He breathed out which was a sign he'd fallen back to sleep. I looked over at Noel who had his back to me as he faced the wall. He coughed and then adjusted himself on his side as he pulled his blankets up more over his shoulders. I started thinking all kinds of stuff. Was what happened the night before all just a big game? Or was it actually something completely different?
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